I was conflicted on whether to head to the far northwest of the country, Brest, or head further northeast to Caen. I decided on St. Malo because of the images on Google, the oysters (come to find out they're not in season until September), but mainly because I need to gain some ground if I want to make it to St. Petersburg before I meet my brother in Switzerland on 7/25. Isabelle and Sophie also recommended that I come here. Isabelle even set me up with her younger brother Vincent who lives with his wife only a few minutes from the plage (beach).
Vincent and Isabelle couldn't be more different, although they have some of the same mannerisms.
Instead of going into town, I chose to eat dinner with Vincent and his wife, and their four friends, all from St. Malo. I'm glad I did. It was quite the time. They definitely like to have a good time. House music bumping, small plate after small plate, bottles of rosé, fromage (cheese), dessert, coffee. I felt terrible not bringing anything but my bike and the few words of French I know.
Many thanks for hosting me, Vincent!
Today I will see the old town of St. Malo, eat crêpes, and end up at Mount St. Michael.
St. Malo: affluence, pirates, maritime culture, Celtic music.
St. Malo promenade. I never did find out what those old posts were. Maybe the remains of an old dock?
The architecture and techniques of building homes have varied a lot from the south to the north of France, but this home was just unique.
I've always wanted a saltwater pool. Here's the closest I'll probably get.